{ a new lease } on legs

back in the 80's, when i was a young mutt, oshkosh b'gosh was the peak of children's chic. every mom of the era ~ including mine ~ was hellbent on getting their offspring into those overalls and dungarees!
but i had a mind of my own ~ and an impressive lung capacity to boot. i would scream at my poor mother "I ONLY WEAR DRESSES!" and so it was.

so it has also been for most of my life. mummy dearest wanted to start me off on trend, but my dye had long been cast in another direction. stiff, biped duds have never really been 'me'; i might as well have been born with webbed legs.

since i started this blog, i've begun getting box after unsolicited box of jeans in the mail. i truly appreciate the sentiment, but am almost always unsure of what to do with them.

in a way, i actually envy girls for whom throwing on jeans is as routine as brushing teeth. truth is, there's no other garment that causes me more dressing-room anxiety. i find them very hard to wear! how do you make them elegant? breezy? soft? textured? glam?!?! i'm much more at ease in charmeuse and chiffon.

and yet, i guess there's an ornery little girl still living inside me, who needs to rebel against my own norm now and then. so, every once in a while, i sneakily slide on a pair of jeans, strut around feeling brassy and bold... and then slither back into my gauzy, girly stuff, feeling just as empowered as before ~ if not more.


{ antique aquamarine spider earrings, the glamourai riverbed bib necklace, nicole miller blouse, gifted rich and skinny jeans, vintage turkish ring, poppy bag courtesy of coach, pierre hardy for gap shoes }